Drarry - It Was All Just A Game (REWRITE - CLEAN VERSION)

CHAPTER 48 - TIP TOE

TW: this chapter has sexual situations but graphic smut has been taken out

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When Harry woke, there were soft footsteps circling around him. Then, the sound of dishes clinking against a wooden table to his left, and then more footsteps.

The smell was dusty and stuffy, opposite to the woods where he'd been living for the past year.

His chest fluttered with joy at the realization: He won. Voldemort was dead.

"Hey you," Harry said, stretching beneath the cozy quilted blankets.

"I'm sorry," Draco whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't," he yawned and finally opened his eyes.

Draco wore a nervous smile as he walked back to the table and placed down the teacup in his hand. It was next to a second one, which had steam swirling from it. "Been rotating since seven. Wanted you to have hot tea when you woke up."

"Why didn't you just use a heating charm?" Harry furrowed his brows.

"Because then I wouldn't get to check on you."

Harry grinned before looking around the room. "This is a dream."

"Hm?"

"I've never been able to wake up and not feel dread or angst or fear or anxiety. Maybe a handful of days in my entire life." Harry rolled over so he could face Draco. "I feel completely calm. Like this massive weight I've had since I was one year old has been lifted off of my shoulders. I-I don't even... I didn't know that the human body could actually be this calm."

"That's amazing." Draco sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to overstep any imaginary boundary that was there. Really, there weren't any, but Draco didn't care. He wanted to respect Harry's space until he told him it was okay.

Sure, Draco told him he loved him. Harry loved him back. But was now the time for a relationship?

They didn't know. How were they supposed to know?

"How are you," Harry asked, reaching out and grabbing his hand, squeezing it.

Draco smiled, but hesitated to answer. "Safe. I feel safe for the first time since I was branded. Probably the safest I've felt since before the Third Task in the Triwizard, actually."

"This is the safest I've ever felt." He wiped his sleepy eyes. "He's gone. Truly gone. I can feel it. I can't believe we did it."

"Really?"

Harry nodded and then scooted over. "Come up."

Draco's heart swooned, and he climbed into the bed. Their shoulders brushed and Harry scooted closer to him, throwing his blanket over him, which was warm from his body heat. Draco reached forward and brushed hair behind Harry's ear, causing him to shiver.

"Here," Draco grabbed the steamy cup of tea. "You're probably thirsty."

"Thanks," Harry blew on it and drank some. Before passing it back to Draco, who then set it down.

Draco yawned, and Harry looked at him. "How many hours did you sleep?"

"A few," Draco said, "Technically two or three."

"Why? You must be tired. Rest, we just fought a war."

"I was scared you were going to die in the middle of the night. I had to check on you. That or, I was scared that you actually died in the War and this was just a fantasy my brain made up to protect me from losing you."